My First Time with Lillian Grant

When I first joined erotic writers critique group ERA I didn’t write erotica. Now don’t get me wrong, my heroes and heroines were far from chaste, but I didn’t get into the in and outs of the consummation of their union. When I was looking for a home for Happy Birthday, Nancy Tobin, I submitted it to a few publishers but only one showed any interest, Loose Id. They liked the story but before they would give me a contract they said they wanted me to submit a rewritten sex scene. I do believe my editor got her point across by mentioning the words hot and sex more times in one letter than I will ever see again.

Other than the stories I critiqued on ERAuthors, I had never read erotica but I thought, how hard can it be? Silly, silly me! Not only do you have to work out who does what to whom and when, you need to describe it in such a way that you don’t sound like a director of a cheap porn movie. It’s easy to write sex but to make it sensual is another thing altogether.

My first attempts sounded like a commentary not unlike those you hear on National Geographic documentaries about mating zebras. Not sexy at all. Having made sure that in my scene my stars only had two hands, two legs and one of the important bits each, I needed to work out what they could do without sounding like contortionists. Imagine if a reader tried to act it out and damaged themselves? The other problem was how do you describe the most interesting body parts without reusing the same few words over and over again. Thank God for the erotic thesaurus. Who knew there were so many words for the male organ, some of them so funny I was completely distracted from writing. However at last I had the ins and outs written using the most eloquent descriptions. But, alas, my work was far from done. I then needed to know how my characters experienced the seduction and then the consummation of their romance. My story was written from the heroine’s point of view so how did she react mentally and physically to my hero’s best efforts? Thankfully dear Nancy was happy to share her innermost thoughts.

Finally, I decided it worked, and to be honest if I smoked I would have been ready for a cigarette. I never would have believed that something that titillates a reader for mere minutes could take hours to write. I have a much greater respect for erotic authors now, it is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. So hats off to those who give up their time to turn seduction and romance into a beautiful sensual experience for millions of readers worldwide.

Blurb:

Suddenly single on the eve of her fortieth birthday, Nancy Tobin’s not sure turning middle-aged is worth celebrating. She's stuck in a dead-end job as the boss’s bitch with only her morose Labrador for a companion. What does she have to party about? Maybe if she ignores the whole birthday thing, it will just go away.

Hot, twenty-six-year-old Jake Turner has other ideas. When he bumps into Nancy at the library, he sees a woman in need of a wake-up call. Determined to unleash the beauty hidden beneath the sad façade, he schemes to relight her spark. He wants to give her a birthday to remember but he ends up being the one who can't forget: a visit to his apartment becomes a weekend in his bed where he discovers an offbeat, unpredictable, sexually adventurous woman he never wants to let go.

With Jake, Nancy can do anything, her life can be whatever she chooses. But this new and exciting relationship teeters on the edge of destruction when her soon-to-be ex-husband reveals the reason for Jake’s initial interest in her. Can Nancy trust Jake when he finally tells her he loves her?

Excerpt:

Jake rolled over, gently stroking her face and neck. He rested his warm fingers on her pulse point as he massaged her earlobe with this thumb. Frozen in the moment, Nancy continued to stare at the ceiling. She swallowed and blinked away the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. His touch soothed her. He must want to break the news to her gently. No matter how tender he was, though, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

His warm breath moved her hair and tickled her cheek, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. “Nancy, look at me.”

Slowly turning her head, she stared at him as she waited for the other shoe to fall. No point in putting it off, it had only been a matter of time before he saw the light and wanted to call the whole thing off. No doubt he had finally realized making love to her would be like screwing his mother.

“Take your dress off.”

She wrinkled her brow as her brain tried to compute the command. “What?”

“I don’t want to ruin it, and I don’t want to wrestle you out of the damn thing.”

“Really?”

A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth and spread to his eyes. “Really, but I can only wait so long -- then the dress gets it.”

Nancy scrambled to her feet, her dress bunching around her hips. Jake’s gaze followed her hands as she smoothed the fabric over her thighs. He rolled onto his back and winked at her. Nancy dithered. If only he hadn’t stopped. Her insides twisted into knots. She was decidedly uncomfortable at the thought of being his personal stripper. Jake’s dark gaze drifted from her face to her breasts and back again. Her stomach churned with a mixture of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead, and fear. Fear he would be disappointed when he finally saw her naked. She lifted a hand to her mouth and chewed on her thumbnail.

Jake got to his feet and, without a word, unbuckled his belt. The butterflies in Nancy’s stomach became a stampede of buffalo. He slowly slid his pants down his legs until they dropped to the floor along with his boxer shorts. Other than his socks, he now stood naked from the waist down. The front of his shirt tented as his erect cock pressed against the soft cotton fabric. One flick of her hand and she could free him and see what she had to play with. She dropped her hand from her mouth, yearning to reach out but balked at the thought of being quite so bold. She slowly devoured him with her gaze, moving from his white-socked feet to his strong thighs. She looked higher, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight of his heavy testicles hanging below the hem of his shirt. When she finally reached Jake’s face, he rewarded her with a slow, lopsided grin. Her heart raced, and a matching pulse beat in her crotch. She lowered her eyes. Could she do this?

Jake reached out and pulled Nancy closer. With his hands on her shoulders, he stepped behind her and unzipped her dress. He trailed his fingers across her naked back, and she shivered. When he pushed the soft velvet down her arms, she let it slide off and pool around her feet. She tilted her head to the side as Jake nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped her earlobe. The sharp pain released a wave of pure lust that rolled through her center. His erection pressed against her backside. Unable to hold back, she let out a low moan. Her whole body throbbed with desire, every nerve ending highly sensitized. His touch made her nipples tighten and her pussy quiver. Freed from the dress, she turned to face him, fighting the desire to hide her scantily clad breasts with her arms so he wouldn’t be disappointed. But he smiled at her, his dark eyes mesmerizing, his erection standing prouder than before. The sight of her seminaked boobs hadn’t cooled his ardor in the least. The thought of being impaled on him made her groin muscles spasm. Even partially covered, he was stunning, and she wondered if his erect cock reached his belly button.

He wiggled a finger and raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Come here.”

With one small step, Nancy slid into his embrace and lifted her face up to look at him. He nipped her lips with his teeth, then slanted his mouth over hers, demanding entrance with this tongue. She buried her hands deep in his soft, dark hair. Every thrust of his warm tongue caused her insides to tighten with desire, and she gripped his head, determined to hold on to him forever. She only became aware he had unhooked her bra when he broke the kiss and stepped back from her, taking the lacy garment with him. He dropped his prize to the floor with a look of triumph and fell to his knees to cup her breasts. When he grazed her nipples with his thumbs she leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders, forgetting to breathe. He flicked one with his tongue before biting gently with his teeth. Nancy dug her nails into his skin and leaned harder on him for support, the throb between her thighs making her light-headed and weak at the knees. Her reaction brought another nip. Jake’s hum of approval echoed her moan. He gently massaged the dark brown bud with his tongue. After dropping a slow, languid kiss on each breast, he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled.

Thank you, Lillian, for joining us today.

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